Category Archive: texas

Shadows of war. (Memorial day is coming. Remember the old and new Soldiers.)

Shadows of war A Story by Coyote Poetry War can catch even the cold in heart.                         Shadows of war. I was… Continue reading

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Beautiful stranger

Beautiful stranger Sitting alone in the corner in a piano bar bar in Austin, Texas. Reflecting on things lost on the road. Strangers are around me. Whispering secret to their lovers. Under the dim lights.… Continue reading

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Soldier’s stories

                 Soldier’s Stories (I need to remember a good friend of 12 years in the Army. SSG. Don N. Davis was example of a soldier who… Continue reading

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Forgiveness.

Forgiveness      The man at the booth with the bible. Asked me do I need help? His eyes penetrated me like he could see me drowning in sin.      I told him somethings in… Continue reading

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No cure for love.

No cure for Love. (Sometime looking back in time. Bring back the bad times.  As time pass. The bad times seem not so bad.) In the tar pits of blasphemy and disappointment. I… Continue reading

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The damns and the foolish.

The Damns and the foolish A Poem by Coyote Poetry Austin, Texas bars bring the best of people together The Damns and the Foolish The ways and means committee at the local Tavern… Continue reading

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Sweat and tears.

Sweat and tears. (Youth is like a bitter-sweet wine. Need to take small sips and swim in the precious moments.) Old man listening to a young man stories in the corner of the… Continue reading

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The damns and the foolish.

The Damns and the Foolish The ways and means committee at the local Tavern sit together in an oasis of gin and whiskey. Talk of torrid and tarnish love leave us in the… Continue reading

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Two out of three ain’t bad.

Two out of three ain’t bad. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Lonely are the people who wasted love and friendship. Two out of three ain’t bad. I was sitting alone in a Austin… Continue reading

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A dance with death.

A dance with Death. A Poem by Coyote Poetry If we listen. Wisdom can be heard in the wind. Sometime hard to separate real life from fiction.            … Continue reading

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